…It’s all over. Zone 1 is pure. Zone 2 is pure. Zone 3 is pure. All that remains are The Queen, The Batter, The Child, and the last few beings who somehow avoided purification. And here, standing at the infinite valley between life and death, the place where naught remains except for our regrets… she appears.

Carnival.

She is a nightmarish thing - a twisted centaur, with wings instead of hands, a face on her stomach, a grimacing head atop her shoulders. And yet, her voice sounds like the Queen’s used to. It’s full of love, cheer, and kindness as she speaks.

“Let’s feast and dance together now that we know what’s ahead. Let’s sing together the carnival song, the song of the skeletons, the song of the outcast and the mad. Take my hand and cry on my shoulder, this will be a sad and a very happy song at the same time.”

She extends a wing, offering to pull you into one last blissful reverie before the last switch is turned OFF.